"Senior Sister, when we go in, you must be extra careful. If you feel uncomfortable, tell me right away. Ghostly matters are no joke, don't force yourself."
Mo Hua spoke with utmost seriousness.
Hua Qianqian clenched the corner of her robe, cold sweat welling up in her palm, and nodded earnestly.
After he finished, Mo Hua gently opened the door.
A thick wave of sinister yin energy instantly rushed toward them.
Cold and chilling as it was, there was also a strange, almost scorching sensation, as if something had been burned by fire—a bizarre, eerie feeling.
Mo Hua and Hua Qianqian steeled themselves and walked into the room.
The room was indeed charred black, everything inside almost completely burned away.
There were still some blackened marks where the bed had been.
Mo Hua couldn't bear to think about it, but he knew these were the ashes left after Senior Sister Ye Jin was burned alive.
The ashes lingered like her resentment in this world, stubbornly refusing to fade.
